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letra de black sheep - wombat

yeah

i try makin’ a change… yeah
but stay baked as i’m blazin’ my days away
i ain’t takin’ blame, i been layin’ awake in a crazy state
like they’re snakin’ me face to face
& i ain’t ever pray for a saving grace
it’s a game i kept makin the same mistakes
to the grave when i’m laid to waste
an’ most cats only in it for the cake so dont say we’re mates !
from usin’ hallucenagens
to abusin’ the meds, i was losing my head
but i guess that i’m stupid i’m due for the sesh
nah f-ck that keep movin’ ahead
prove i’m the best and i loom and inpend
like a nuclear threat like who could forget ?
i’m a nuisance i bet they ain’t used to me yet
never grew to forget lemme lose the regret

i’ve been restin’ aside with the stress that i’m hidin
bet i’ll end up in a mental asylum
bendin’ the time like i’m pressin’ rewind
gettin’ better widda pen while i rep for the island
yeah, while the temperatures risin’
heads in the sky like i’m meant to remind em-
-got me question why
when i’m left widda sign at the end of my life

’cause im wastin’ my days, makin a name
maybe i’m sane, maybe i’m not, may be deranged
maybe i’ve changed, maybe the pot may be to blame
maybe i’m lost, maybe it played wiv my brain
… maybe i’m hatin’ the game
… lately i ain’t been the same
… satan awaits in the flame
… pray to get taken away

it’s not that deep, but it’s the facts so i rap bleak
always at the back was the black sheep
now i gotta get on track like an athlete
all i see is crackfiends in the backstreets
gettin’ jabs like a vacinne
but alas i’ve been stabbed in the back but the ones that i’ve loved
when the c-nts should of backed me
stuff it, i’m done widda actin’
i been f-cked up so dont @ me

’cause it ain’t that clear where my head is at
pen and pad like black beard widda treasure map
i jus sat here bet i cracked as the pressure stacked
better act but the fact is that we met our match
yeah, won’t lie when i write songs
we’re the bomb like diem with a mic on
got my eyes on the prize cause life is a ride
and it might fly by wheres the time gone

i sat down to remember
when i’d act fowl widda temper
gettin’ smashed out on a bender
in the background like an extra
now they’re back round to befriend ya
dunno where i’ll end up will i’ll cross my goals-
-i was on a roll til i lost control
it’s not my fault, was shocked i just want to bolt
like what’s the toll? i’d pop nearly cost my soul
yeah, calm as it gets
but nah he expected an arm n a leg
the drama gets harsher and harsher
pretend that it ends for a sec then it’s startin’ again
pull the heart from my chest
nah lemme starve to the death i’m a b-st-rd thats partly a mess
it’s hard to forget but i’m set to repress it at last
man it left all the scars in my head

well that’s part of the test
or karma i guess
target the benchmark i could bar with the best
far from a pest i’m a shark and i’m after ya flesh
but they laugh like i’m hardly a threat
give an -ss for the rep !
nah i don’ wanna garner respect, couldn’t care for the charts
i’m obsessed wid the art so i vent til’ my past’ll regress
but it’s hard to express got em’ askin what’s next

- wombat

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